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The recalcitrant lord's face was pale, not the normal color of blood.

He seemed to be sick, his beautiful face was a little haggard, his eyebrows were sleepy, and his red lip flap had cracked a few bloody wounds, and when he touched it lightly, bright red blood would flow out of the bloody mouth.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

A jar of blood slowly bottomed out.

The stubborn lord held the jar and panted quietly, not wanting to alarm others, and two sharp moon teeth were faintly exposed under the beautiful lip flap.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, he's been like this since he came back with Twilight last time.

Thirst for blood.

Extremely tired.

There is no place in the whole body that is relaxed, and every inch of skin smells of blood.

Suddenly, a cold hand covered his forehead, and a familiar woman's voice came from his ears.

"Sick? Is your forehead so hot? Twilight's hand rested on the stubborn master's forehead, probing the scorching temperature.

"I'm not sick," the stubborn lord subconsciously denied, not wanting Twilight to worry about him, but he heard his own almost hoarse voice as he spoke.

What's going on?

His voice is mute?

Before the recalcitrant could think about it, the sharp teeth touched his lips, and he was so startled that he hurriedly covered his mouth and hid the gradually lengthening fangs.

Worst! He seems to be falling apart. In this place?

The stubborn master was a little worried, if he was seen by others, he would definitely laugh at him, and he involuntarily scattered in broad daylight......

"And you said you weren't sick? The temperature on your head is enough to pancakes. The woman's voice was very gentle, and it was wrapped around the head of the stubborn master, covered with a veil of illusion, and it was not very clear to hear near and far.

The stubborn lord barely controlled the urge to scatter, intending to escape from Twilight's attention as soon as possible, "I'm really fine, I'm just a little sleepy and want to sleep." ”

"Really? Who is with me. Before the woman could finish speaking, the stubborn master's body had already vacated, and was lifted horizontally by a pair of extremely strong arms, and after a while, placed on the bed.

The stubborn lord felt the heat in his body more and more, like a fire burning wildly, trying to devour him one bite at a time.

He turned over uncomfortably, changed to a position of lying flat on his back facing the sky, and grabbed the corners of someone's clothes tightly with both hands, seeking a touch of coldness in the predicament: "Twilight, I'm hot......"

"Don't be afraid, just rest for a while." The woman gently coaxed him and took him into her arms.

The woman's body was naturally slightly cold, a little cold in the blazing heat, sticking to his skin, lowering his unbearable temperature.

At this time, the stubborn master could no longer open his eyes.

He could feel the blazing fire burning along his limbs, within his reach, but he was powerless, never out of reach of the burning heat.

He seemed to be burned by the scorching temperature, closed his eyes tightly, and began to babble gibberish: "Twilight, twilight, don't leave me, don't go ......"

"Well, don't go." The woman's voice has always been around his ears, gently coaxing, never far away.

The stubborn lord was too greedy for this cold tenderness, which was his redemption in the heat, warmed his pretended strong heart, and repelled his painful heat.

In the fog, his hands seem to touch a ball of softness, which is the unique charm of women, once touched, it will make people blush and heartbeat, and imagine in the vain world, and even people's hearts are impetuous.

Twilight was slightly stunned, lowered her eyes to look at the man curled up into a fawn in her arms, and whispered in a low voice, lingering in the ears of the stubborn master, "It's all so uncomfortable, and you're still restless?" ”

Her doting was gentle and gentle, and she did not pursue the man's subconscious offense at all, on the contrary, there was a bit of joking in her words, and a pair of good-looking eyebrows and eyes showed a little water wave, which fell on the man's smooth forehead that was constantly oozing cold sweat.

In the past two days, Twilight has seen many interesting things, the blood people are short of blood? Blood-Clan fever?

Is it a coincidence or a disaster that similar human conditions appear again and again in the blood people's room? Could it be that the catastrophe of the blood clan has come?

Looks like she's going to need to think about it.

Twilight was thinking about it, the stubborn master began to babble again, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, he subconsciously withdrew his hands, and left the softness far away, "No, no, there are many people, it's not good, my ......"

The scattered words overflowed from the mouth of the stubborn master one by one, and they were connected into a sentence, but it carried a bit of hegemony.

Even in his sleep, he could remember the reality of the situation: there were many people in the stone house, and he couldn't offend Twilight. That kind of means is not to love Twilight, nor is it a petty love between lovers, but to disrespect Twilight. Besides, because Twilight is the woman he likes, he needs to be well protected, and he can't show an inch of skin to others.

In some ways, he is also a special calf protector. He doesn't allow anyone to bully Twilight, including himself.

Twilight looked at the man in his arms, and his long arms circled the man, and he couldn't help but hug him. Her chin rested on the stubborn man's forehead, stained with a few beads of sweat oozing from the man's forehead, and it was a wet one, the smell of this timid and fearful man.

Her eyes were slightly calm, and there were flickering silver particles flowing at the bottom of her eyes, swinging layer upon layer of aftertaste, like flowers in water, wave after wave, wave after wave.

Soon after, the man in his arms seemed to have been trying to restrain himself so that he would not make too much of a mess.

The recalcitrant lord finally settled down a little, and nestled meekly in the crook of the twilight arm, as if it were his home, a place he would never want to leave, but the dense sweat kept pouring out, gradually soaking his robe.

Suddenly, the stubborn lord shivered, and the snow-white teeth that he clenched gurgle, "Twilight, cold, so cold......"

After experiencing the burning of fire, it was suddenly covered with ice and snow again. He seemed to be on an icy snow field, surrounded by endless snow, and large snowflakes like velvet fell from the sky and poured on his body.

The Blood Clan originally had a cold physique, and they were the least afraid of cold in the world. However, at this moment, the stubborn master is unusually afraid of the cold.

He felt a touch of loneliness in the ice-covered cold.

In the vast snow, he walked alone.

The front and back were covered with snow, and he left a series of winding footprints on the snow. Among them, some of the marks have been covered by the snow in the sky.

Cold, lonely, cold with no one to talk to......

It turned out that in his heart, he was also humble and lonely......

"Mother, don't, don't go......" In the dream, the stubborn lord didn't know what he saw again, and stretched out his hands tremblingly, hugged Twilight, and called softly.